ARIEL'S SPRING EVENING IN ANDALUCIA
Our middle son, and his wife and two children have returned to England; Lady Ariela is out at her yoga lesson, and, dinner cooked and eaten ( Lady Ariela’s is in the microwave oven ). I sit on my terrace with a glass of sweet, heady Andalucian wine, enjoying the peace and tranquillity all about me; for now it is almost dusk only the twittering of the birds in our almond trees, and the song of the nightingales break the silence. Except for the soft tones of a Mozart piece on my radio, that is,... Sign in to see full entry.